Hmm, a bonus point, and remember another pass.
Do all you Confucian Great Cultivators not use the front door?
Playing "transform a living person" in broad daylight?
Zhao Rong was somewhat curious, but Meng Zhengjun obviously wouldn't satisfy his curiosity by performing again for him.
Hmm, unless he used a 'bonus point' to exchange for it.
So today, Zhao Rong, who had been recorded for two infractions, was punished to go to the back mountain of the Academy to sweep up fallen leaves and do odd jobs.
However, he discovered that he seemed to not be alone—he wasn't fighting alone...
"Hmm? Brother Gu, why do you have the leisure to... sweep the ground here?"
Early in the morning, after a walk around the lake and some morning reading, Zhao Rong went to the Ritual Hall to check in, grabbed a broom that came in handy, and headed to the back mountain of the Academy.
He saw from a distance a burly man standing alone on a patch of ground covered with autumn leaves.
